"Those who are not of our race are sure to be different at heart. The same applies to people from the Different World," Bai Chuwei said calmly.
As Bai Chuwei spoke, her slender fingers subconsciously reached for the hawthorn fruit on the table, but withdrew just as they touched them.
Xue Qiu ran in from outside, drenched in sweat after playing with Yibaiwan, who had just transformed.
As soon as he entered, he saw the old man Zhao Tianfang standing thoughtfully nearby. Xue Qiu grabbed a hawthorn fruit from the plate and popped it into his mouth.
While eating, the little guy asked in surprise, "Ancestor, weren't these hawthorn fruits just picked from the clouds of Qingque? Why aren't you eating them?"
Xue Qiu glanced around and noticed that the Ancestor hadn't eaten a single piece.
Bai Chuwei smiled without speaking, instead giving the entire plate of hawthorn fruits to Xue Qiu.
